Another Characteristic Of Mathematical Thought Is That

One Will Meet, For Example, The Virtual Assumption That What Is Relative To Thought Cannot Be Real. But Why Not, Exactly? Red Is Relative To Sight, But The Fact That This Or That Is In That Relation To Vision That We Call Being Red Is Not Itself Relative To Sight; It Is A Real Fact.

Generality Is, Indeed, An Indispensable Ingredient Of Reality; For Mere Individual Existence Or Actuality Without Any Regularity Whatever Is A Nullity. Chaos Is Pure Nothing.

Our Whole Past Experience Is Continually In Our Consciousness, Though Most Of It Sunk To A Great Depth Of Dimness. I Think Of Consciousness As A Bottomless Lake, Whose Waters Seem Transparent, Yet Into Which We Can Clearly See But A Little Way.

The Third Class Consists Of Men To Whom Nothing Seems Great But Reason. If Force Interests Them, It Is Not In Its Exertion, But In That It Has A Reason And A Law. For Men Of The First Class, Nature Is A Picture; For Men Of The Second Class, It Is An Opportunity; For Men Of The Third Class, It Is A Cosmos, So Admirable, That To Penetrate To Its Ways Seems To Them The Only Thing That Makes Life Worth Living. These Are The Men Whom We See Possessed By A Passion To Learn.

The Universe Ought To Be Presumed Too Vast To Have Any Character.